"Lady San Guina, I knew you were wrong to prepare for this! In weather like today, there are always some of you who can't sleep 'at night' who choose to come out and hang out......"

At this moment, Maca is holding a black umbrella and standing next to a small building. He looked up over the edge of the umbrella and looked up at it—it was a closed window, and because of the reflection, he couldn't really see anything in it.

But in fact, from here, you can already vaguely sense the fluctuations of magic power coming out of that room.

"Yes, young people nowadays can't stand loneliness, and they will prefer busy daytime." Beside Maca, St. Guina held up another umbrella and whispered, "Oh, but you know, I'm not that old in the clan. ”

"Of course, if you're interested, I can invite you to Professor Slughorn's little event another day," Marca nodded, looking up casually, "He likes to be lively, too...... I'll let him know in advance, so he might be able to prepare an authentic 'red velvet cake' for you?" ”

"I heard he's teaching at Hogwarts again?" San Guina smiled, "I'll look forward to it." ”

Behind them, a boy who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old at most stroked his wet hair with his hand and looked at Maca and Santa Guina chatting with a puzzled face.

He's also a vampire, and he's the one he brought with Maca and San Guina.

Vampires are sensitive to the flow of blood, but even more so to blood that contains magical powers. Therefore, they have rarely used Muggles since ancient times, because in their opinion, the blood of wizards with just the right amount of magic will be more delicious.

Oh! By the way, they seem to call the magic in the blood "blood energy".

Okay, okay...... It doesn't matter if you don't mention this kind of inconsequential knowledge nowadays. After all, wizards are more powerful than vampires, and it's always been a fact, and it's never easy to suck a wizard's neck.

To get back to the point, as Maca had just mentioned, he had guessed that there would probably be a vampire walking around London or something today, and the person he was tracking had just appeared here.

If there is one person who is most likely to have a clue at the moment, it is undoubtedly some member of the London headquarters of the Vampire Tolerance Society.

And then it turned out that his guess was not wrong at all!

"Seriously, I thought we needed to get everyone around! But it turned out better than I expected," Maca said, suddenly withdrawing her gaze from afar and digging into her waist pocket.

"Thank you!" He turned to the young vampire and said, "If you don't mind, I've got your 'breakfast' today!" ”

With that, Maca pulled out a glass tube of scarlet slurry and handed it to the boy who looked as big as him.

"It was originally for the little ones, but then I thought they actually preferred to eat meat straight."

As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand and patted the cuff of his right hand, and slapped back a few small black dots that popped up.

The young man nodded stunned, and hesitantly reached out to take the large test tube.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome," Maka shrugged, then turned again, "Ms. San Guina, I think I should go up and have a look...... Oh, I'm sorry for you today, I gotta say, thank you very much. ”

"No, no, that's what we should do for you......" Saint Guina pursed his lips and watched as Maca headed for the back door of the building.

"Grandma, don't you think you should follow? Mom always said that the more active you are when chasing a man, the more effective it is. Under the rain and mist, the boy looked at Santa Guina and whispered.

But when San Guina heard this, he immediately glared at him angrily.

"Don't call me 'grandma'!"

……

"It's hard to understand the generations of vampires."

In the stairwell inside the back door, Maca couldn't help but shake her head secretly as she listened to the conversation outside. After sighing with emotion, he lifted his legs and walked up the stairs.

According to the sense of magic, the few guys who had escaped from under his hands once before were on the top floor of this building, and so far nothing had happened.

As he went up, he got closer to the source of the mana fluctuations, and his perception of his target became clearer.

“…… Two less? ”

Yes, he could feel that there were only three people in that room. Fortunately, among the three people, the only hostage that was taken - Mr. Smith, the deputy director of the Owl Post Office on Xuegang Street, seemed to be lying in it.

"Gotta make sure you live—" Silently walking to the door of the room, Maca whispered in her heart, "I can't miss this time like I did last time." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the door, then avoided it and walked to the nearby wall.

There are some cleverly placed spells on the door, which are too time-consuming to crack. If there was a better breakthrough point, then why did he have to pick a place with the most obstacles?

After reaching out to the slightly yellowed wall and tapping it a few times, Maca spread out her right hand and shook it, and then a dozen small spiders flew into his palm and were loosely held in his hand.

And the next moment, when he clenched his fist and reached straight into the part of the wall close to the ground, the seemingly thick and solid wall also appeared a round hole under the effect of the Transfiguration.

"Good."

The opposite side of the wall seemed to be a sofa or something, and a hole in it was obviously not safe from being discovered. Maca reached straight into her fist, and then put the shrunken alienated eight-eyed giant spider into it in one go.

After a few moments, he no longer had any scruples, and with a decisive wave of his hand, he expanded the hole to the size of his body. After removing one of the cabinets that stood across the hole in the wall, he walked straight into the room in front of him.

"Oh," Maca said with a smile as she looked around the room, "I think you should be taught how to distinguish between people other than me." ”

Not to Marca's surprise, the three people inside were all completely petrified - yes, even the hapless ghost Smith who was still lying unconscious on the table.

"Another bottle of mandrake resurrection potion is wasted," he muttered softly as he took out the vial and poured it over Smith, "the main ingredient is not cheap at all. ”

While Maca was trying to wake up the hostages, the other two people in the room were also looking at this side "intently", and at their feet, several small spiders were crawling around.

Obviously, this is what maca needs.

It wasn't long before poor Mr. Smith finally opened his heavy eyelids with a blank face.

He glanced at Maca in front of him a few times, and then rolled his dull eyeballs to glance around, as if trying to figure out what situation he was in.

"Ah...... Happen...... What's up? ”

The effects of the potion continued to fulfill its mission, allowing Mr. Smith to finally come to his senses, but it would take some time for him to move normally.

"Remember?" Maca tucked the empty potion bottle back into her waist, "You've been kidnapped by a group of black-robed wizards on your doorstep. ”

"Oh, this ...... It's scary. Smith said sluggishly, "Are you the kidnapper?" ”

"I wish I had, and in that case, I wouldn't have to brave the rain to walk around London." Maca sighed, and immediately looked down into the other person's eyes, "My time is not too relaxed, so ...... Offended. ”

Before he finished speaking, Smithton, who was still recovering, felt his head shook, and his eyes became slightly glazed.

Soon, Maca suddenly raised her head, closed her eyes slightly and collected her thoughts.

Just as he was flipping through Smith's memories, he found exactly one memory. Since the time was not far away, the memory was still quite clear, and it was obvious that the other half of the black-robed wizard had a conversation before he suddenly turned back.

“…… Is it really infighting? ”

After a few moments, Maca glanced thoughtfully at the other two petrified "statues" in the room, recalling the conversation between Asaph and Miriam.

Because Smith couldn't understand the language of the two men at all, the sound memory of the conversation was vague. And this seems to be the reason why Asaph at that time didn't care about the presence of Smith during the conversation.

After pondering for a moment, Maca turned around and walked straight to one of the "statues" in the room.

It sounded like Hebrew, and it seemed to mention the Ministry of Magic and Azkaban...... And my name," he said as he walked, "but it doesn't matter if you don't hear clearly, aren't there two other parties here!" ”

……

"Shhhh

Almost at the same time, in the southern suburbs of the city of London, near "Max Roach Park".

"Asaph, what's wrong?"

On the sidewalk next to the park, Miriam and Asaph shared an umbrella, calmly navigating the road like any other Muggle pedestrian.

But at this moment, Miriam suddenly noticed that the umbrella above her head and the Asaph beside her had stopped.

"That McLean must have found them."

Asaph pulled out a piece of parchment cut into his pocket the size of a palm, and he could see that the paper had many names on it.

At this time, however, two of the names emitted an unusual coldness, so much so that the thick moisture in the air formed a thin layer of frost in the place of the letters.

"That chill just now was like the tip of a knife sticking to my thigh," Asaph looked at the parchment that continued to condense and frost, and the wind made the parchment shake constantly, "I thought...... It is a sign that life has been lost in an instant. ”